The windows glow. The sugar can emptied and shaken. No more sugar. This was the last thing I thought would be the demise of me, but so it was. Sugar, the giver, the purveyor, the loss. These were the thought that ran through my head. Will I make it.
The windows glow. The sugar can emptied and shaken. No more sugar. This was the last thing I thought would be the demise of me, but so it was. Sugar, the giver, the purveyor, the loss. These were the thought that ran through my head. Will I make it.
